Sam/Jenny - Stranger Danger (1/3?)
Title: Stranger Danger (1/3?)
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Sam Winchester/Jennifer Templand, Gordon Walker
100_prompts Prompt: 011. Superstition
fic_variations Prompt: Shakespeare (#1)
Content Warning: AU ends at Born Under a Bad Sign.
Summary: Jenny takes an early morning jog and encounters someone she didn't expect.
Author's Note: Used the prompt "By the prickling of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." Set before Breaking Points.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Where ya goin’?”
Jenny turned around, seeing Sam looking up at her sleepily, his fingers brushing the small of her back. She had been hoping not to wake him up-she had woken him up earlier than most people would normally be awake, and she was going to let him sleep some more before he had to get up and face the world. She gave him a small smile before going back to tying her shoe.
“Just going for a jog.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, I know it’s early. Just go back to sleep.”
“You sure? I can come with.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. “Just go back to sleep.”
“‘kay,” he murmured, before closing his eyes and drifting off again. Jenny smiled back at him slightly, before pushing herself off the bed, and heading out the door for her usual morning jog.
***
Jenny paused mid-jog, pulling the headphones away from her ear as she looked around the woods. She didn’t know what she had felt, something like a slight chill at the base of her spine, but that was usually her go-to sign that something wasn’t quite right. She was too far from home to just head back inside, and if it was a hunter that was setting off her radar, she didn’t want to teleport out, and give them ammunition to go and investigate the house. So she waited for a moment, crouching down as though she was tying her shoe and waiting for whatever it was that was out there to make it’s appearance.
It was a few minutes of silence before she heard the crunch of leaves on the ground behind her, and her head snapped up, turning and looking around her for the source of the noise. She didn’t see anything, so she went back to her shoe, her fingers closing around the handle of the switchblade she had slipped in her shoe before she left. She waited a few minutes, and then she felt it, the brush of a gun muzzle against the back of her skull. This guy was fast, but frankly-Jenny was faster.
Fast as lightening, she flicked out the blade and stabbed it backwards, feeling the slight give at it sunk into the flesh of the man’s calf behind her. She heard the cry of pain as the muzzle faltered slightly, and her other hand flew up, grabbing the man’s wrist, twisting it slightly so he dropped the gun, then kicking her back leg out so that she tripped him, sending him onto his back. She grabbed the gun and she was on her feet, pointing the gun at him, and pulling the safety back, daring him to move.
“Okay, I’ll admit it. You’re good.” The black man was built like a horse, and holding his large hands up in surrender. There was something in his eyes though, something she didn’t like.
“Who the hell are you?” she asked.
“Gordon Walker,” he said slowly. “I’m a friend of Anna’s.”
“Anna’s?” she frowned. “She hasn’t mentioned you.”
“We didn’t know each other that long,” Gordon said with a smile. The smile was probably meant to make her feel at ease, but it wasn’t working. Jenny wasn’t called paranoid for nothing.
“What do you want?”
“Just want to catch up-Anna was raving about Mama’s apple pie. Figured I’d try it out for myself.”
Jenny raised an eyebrow. “Friends usually come and knock on the front door, not sneak around in the back woods. And Anna doesn’t usually extend open invitations to hunters.”
“Hunters?” Gordon frowned, pretending to play dumb.
“You know exactly what I’m taking about,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’d bet my life if I opened this gun right now, I’d find silver bullets. Plus with all the amulets and talismans you’re wearing? You scream hunter from a mile away.”
“Fine-I’m a hunter. But so are the Winchester brothers. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t see Dean’s Impala parked out front.”
“Winchesters are special circumstances,” Jenny said through clenched teeth.
“You know Sam’s not what he seems, don’t you?” Gordon said, raising an eyebrow. “But then again, neither are you, are you Jenny?”
Her eyes widened. “How do you know my name?”
“Anna might have mentioned it. Daughter of a shapeshifter-that must be a rough track.”
“Don’t you say a word about my mother.”
“Want me to shut up? Just kill me already. You’ve got me right where you want me.”
“I’m not going to kill you,” she sighed, releasing the safety, and slipping the gun back into the waistband of her shorts. “I’m not a killer.”
“Right,” Gordon replied. “You just have evil blood pumping through your veins.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t shoot you. Now get out of my mother’s woods.” She turned and went to continue on her way back to the house, when his foot shot out in front of her. She jumped slightly in order to avoid it, but still lost her balance, stumbling enough that he could get to his feet, and grab her shoulder, pulling her back and driving a knife into her back. Jenny choked slightly, feeling the blade burn against her body.
“Gotta be cursin’ that half-shapeshifter side of you right now,” he chucked softly in her ear. “Silver burns like a bitch, doesn’t it?”
Jenny said nothing, her body slumping forward against him as everything went black.
Part 2
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Sam Winchester/Jennifer Templand, Gordon Walker
100_prompts Prompt: 011. Superstition
fic_variations Prompt: Shakespeare (#1)
Content Warning: AU ends at Born Under a Bad Sign.
Summary: Jenny takes an early morning jog and encounters someone she didn't expect.
Author's Note: Used the prompt "By the prickling of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." Set before Breaking Points.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. They're owned by the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
“Where ya goin’?”
Jenny turned around, seeing Sam looking up at her sleepily, his fingers brushing the small of her back. She had been hoping not to wake him up-she had woken him up earlier than most people would normally be awake, and she was going to let him sleep some more before he had to get up and face the world. She gave him a small smile before going back to tying her shoe.
“Just going for a jog.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, I know it’s early. Just go back to sleep.”
“You sure? I can come with.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said with a small smile, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. “Just go back to sleep.”
“‘kay,” he murmured, before closing his eyes and drifting off again. Jenny smiled back at him slightly, before pushing herself off the bed, and heading out the door for her usual morning jog.
***
Jenny paused mid-jog, pulling the headphones away from her ear as she looked around the woods. She didn’t know what she had felt, something like a slight chill at the base of her spine, but that was usually her go-to sign that something wasn’t quite right. She was too far from home to just head back inside, and if it was a hunter that was setting off her radar, she didn’t want to teleport out, and give them ammunition to go and investigate the house. So she waited for a moment, crouching down as though she was tying her shoe and waiting for whatever it was that was out there to make it’s appearance.
It was a few minutes of silence before she heard the crunch of leaves on the ground behind her, and her head snapped up, turning and looking around her for the source of the noise. She didn’t see anything, so she went back to her shoe, her fingers closing around the handle of the switchblade she had slipped in her shoe before she left. She waited a few minutes, and then she felt it, the brush of a gun muzzle against the back of her skull. This guy was fast, but frankly-Jenny was faster.
Fast as lightening, she flicked out the blade and stabbed it backwards, feeling the slight give at it sunk into the flesh of the man’s calf behind her. She heard the cry of pain as the muzzle faltered slightly, and her other hand flew up, grabbing the man’s wrist, twisting it slightly so he dropped the gun, then kicking her back leg out so that she tripped him, sending him onto his back. She grabbed the gun and she was on her feet, pointing the gun at him, and pulling the safety back, daring him to move.
“Okay, I’ll admit it. You’re good.” The black man was built like a horse, and holding his large hands up in surrender. There was something in his eyes though, something she didn’t like.
“Who the hell are you?” she asked.
“Gordon Walker,” he said slowly. “I’m a friend of Anna’s.”
“Anna’s?” she frowned. “She hasn’t mentioned you.”
“We didn’t know each other that long,” Gordon said with a smile. The smile was probably meant to make her feel at ease, but it wasn’t working. Jenny wasn’t called paranoid for nothing.
“What do you want?”
“Just want to catch up-Anna was raving about Mama’s apple pie. Figured I’d try it out for myself.”
Jenny raised an eyebrow. “Friends usually come and knock on the front door, not sneak around in the back woods. And Anna doesn’t usually extend open invitations to hunters.”
“Hunters?” Gordon frowned, pretending to play dumb.
“You know exactly what I’m taking about,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’d bet my life if I opened this gun right now, I’d find silver bullets. Plus with all the amulets and talismans you’re wearing? You scream hunter from a mile away.”
“Fine-I’m a hunter. But so are the Winchester brothers. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t see Dean’s Impala parked out front.”
“Winchesters are special circumstances,” Jenny said through clenched teeth.
“You know Sam’s not what he seems, don’t you?” Gordon said, raising an eyebrow. “But then again, neither are you, are you Jenny?”
Her eyes widened. “How do you know my name?”
“Anna might have mentioned it. Daughter of a shapeshifter-that must be a rough track.”
“Don’t you say a word about my mother.”
“Want me to shut up? Just kill me already. You’ve got me right where you want me.”
“I’m not going to kill you,” she sighed, releasing the safety, and slipping the gun back into the waistband of her shorts. “I’m not a killer.”
“Right,” Gordon replied. “You just have evil blood pumping through your veins.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t shoot you. Now get out of my mother’s woods.” She turned and went to continue on her way back to the house, when his foot shot out in front of her. She jumped slightly in order to avoid it, but still lost her balance, stumbling enough that he could get to his feet, and grab her shoulder, pulling her back and driving a knife into her back. Jenny choked slightly, feeling the blade burn against her body.
“Gotta be cursin’ that half-shapeshifter side of you right now,” he chucked softly in her ear. “Silver burns like a bitch, doesn’t it?”
Jenny said nothing, her body slumping forward against him as everything went black.
Part 2